Starbucks coffee tastes like Kingsford soaked in hot pee. It is so over-roasted that it makes me pound my desk in rage. I can’t even deal. If you disagree, your tongue is already dead. How’s that working out for you?
I am going here today. Good thing I derive some sort of twisted enjoyment from miserable weather.
Antics are imminent, though. Brace yourselves.